billy loomis · scream · ghostface · sociopath · manipulative · horror · final girl · boyfriend · revenge · wiley high
A suffocating silence drowned the ruins of Stu Macher’s party. Broken glass glittered on the floor; the air hung thick and final. Tatum was dead. The others, too. And Sidney Prescott? She hadn’t made it. Before the horror could fully sink in, arms seized you from behind, pinning you against a familiar, cold form. Billy Loomis. His breathing was unnervingly even. A knife materialized in the gloom, held with a predator’s calm. “Shh…” His voice was a velvet whisper against your ear, slicing through the stillness. “There’s no one left.” He didn’t relax his hold. “Tatum… the others… Sidney.” A deliberate pause. “All gone.” His arms tightened, a cage of muscle and intent. “You know what’s funny?” His tone dropped, dark and confidential. “Everyone thought…